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First Edition, August, 1903 



Printed by The Publishers' Printing Co. 
New York, U. S. A. 



TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE 
LEONARD COURTNEY 

Dear Mr. Courtney, 

The verses which occupy the ensuing 
pages were inspired by the hope of assisting 
in the promotion of a reasonable human feel- 
ing towards those who were our adversaries 
in the late epical conflict. It is with an 
abashed sense of the littleness of my service 
to a great cause that I ask you to let me 
link them with your name. 

Hazlitt said of Charles James Fox : " His 

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DEDICATION 

love of his country did not consist in hatred of 
the rest of mankind." Unhappily, however, 
there are many persons whose love of their 
country appears to consist in nothing else, and 
from some of these I anticipate a repetition of 
the charge, already brought against me, of anti- 
patriotism ; an accusation perhaps best treated 
with disdain, yet in itself so odious, that to 
suffer it without impatience is difficult. Es- 
pecially is it odious to one who has prided him- 
self on being peculiarly English in his sympa- 
thies and sentiments, and who comes of many 
generations of such Englishmen as fought 
indomitably for faith and commonweal, such 
Englishwomen as lived the beautifid ancient 

life of our pastoral highlands, in the lee of 

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DEDICATION 
northern hills and by the flowing of Swale and 
Ure. To one conscious of these noble origins, 
conscious, too, of having loved his country with 
the vigilant love that cannot brook a shadow 
upon her honour, the charge of being against 
her because he deplores her temporary attitude 
and action, brings a kind of amazement that 
has in it something akin to despair. But hope 
returns at last — the hope, nay, the assurance, 
that the spirit of detraction and falsification 
is no true EnglivSh growth, and must pres- 
ently perish, or seek some fitter soil and 
clime. 

You, at any rate, will not accuse me of in- 
constancy to my beloved and worshipped home- 
land — you who have endured a kindred obloquy 

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DEDICATION 
in greater measure, proportioned to your 
greater courage and achievement. 

I remain, with high respect. 
Sincerely yours, 
WILLIAM WATSON 



NOTE 

These poems ^ with two exceptions, have already 
appeared in the Daily News, the Speaker, 
the Westminster Gazette, the Saturday Re- 
view, the Fortnightly Review, and the Corn- 
hill Magazine, to whose respective Editors my 
thanks are due for permission to republish, 

W. W. 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

THE ENEMY 14 

Unskilled in Letters, and in Arts unversed 

PAST AND PRESENT 16 

When lofty Spain came towering up the seas 

ON BEING STYLED "PRO-BOER" . . 17 

Friend, call me what you will: no jot care I 

"LENIENCY" 19 

What voice is this, of bale and wrath ? 

FORCE AND FREEDOM .... 22 

Oh, doubtless ye can trample and enchain 

TO ONE ESPOUSING UNPOPULAR TRUTH 24 
Not yet, dejected though thy cause, despair 

LAMENTATION 26 

O early fall'n, uncrowned with envied laurel 

MELANCHOLIA 28 

In the cold starlight, on the barren beach 
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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

ACHIEVEMENT 30 

Who says we fail? We prosper beyond 
dreams 

ROME AND ANOTHER . ' . . . . 32 

She asked for all things, and dominion such 

THE INEXORABLE LAW . . . .33 
W^e too shall pass, we too shall disappear 

AN IDEAL PASSION 35 

Not she, the England I behold 

THE UNSUBDUED . . . . . .36 

Our tears, our wounds, our sacrifices! Yea 

GREETING 38 

I greet you and am with you, Friends of Peace 

A LAODICEAN 41 

Timorous, hesitant voice, how utterly vile I 
hold you! 

FOR ENGLAND 42 

Of all great deaths on English ground, thine 
most 

METAMORPHOSIS ...,,.. 44 
The golden voices of the nobler day 
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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

HARVEST 47 

A naked people in captivity 

THE SLAIN 48 

Partners in silence, mates in noteless doom 

THE TRAGIC CHANGE 50 

To follow Truth was yesterday 

LINES TO THE RIGHT HON. JAMES BRYCE 51 

Thanks for your heartening word, that came 
from one 

THE TRUE IMPERIALISM . . • . 57 
Here, while the tide of conquest rolls 

THE DRAGONS ...... 59 

Prince Vortigern — so run the ancient tales 

ALPHA AND OMEGA 61 

He throned her in the gateways of the world 



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THE ENEMY 

Unskilled in Letters, and in Arts unversed ; 
Ignorant of empire ; bounded in their view 
By the lone billowing veldt, where they 

upgrew 
Amid great silences ; as people nursed 
Apart — the far-sown seed of them that erst 
Not Alva's sword could tame: now, blindly 

hurled 

Against the march of the majestic world, 

They fight and die, with dauntless bosoms 

curst. 

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PAST AND PRESENT 

When lofty Spain came towering up the seas 
This Httle stubborn land to daunt and quell, 

The winds of heaven were our auxiliaries, 
And smote her, that she fell. 

Ah, not to-day is Nature on our side ! 

The mountains and the rivers are our foe. 

And Nature with the heart of man allied 

Is hard to overthrow. 

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ON BEING STYLED "PRO-BOER" 

Friend, call me what you will: no jot care I: 

I that shall stand for England till I die. 

England ! The England that rejoiced to see 

Hellas unbound, Italy one and free; 

The England that had tears for Poland's 

doom, 

And in her heart for all the world made room ; 

The England from whose side I have not 

swerved ; 

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ON BEING STYLED "PRO-BOER" 
The immortal England whom I, too, have 

served, 
Accounting her all living lands above. 
In Justice, and in Mercy, and in Love. 



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"LENIENCY" 

What voice is this, of bale and wrath ? 

"We have not burned enough, or slain; 
Too little havoc marks our path ; 

We are too gentle, too humane. 

" From countless roof -trees be there rolled 

The smoke of expiatory fires ! 

More incense yet an hundredfold 

The unsated God of War requires." 

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-LENIENCY" 
Blind from the first, blind to the end, 

Blind to all signs that ask men's gaze ! 
In vain by lips of foe or friend 

The world cries shame upon your ways. 



Blind beyond cure ! Despoil and burn ; 

Fling forth the helpless — babes as well ; 
And let the children's children learn 

To hate us with the hate of hell. 



From whatsoever taint remain 
Of lingering justice in our heart, 

Purge us : erase the poor last stain 
Of pity; yea, act out your part; 



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"LENIENCY" 

Speed us along the downward track; 

Delay the dawn, defeat the light ; 
And thrust the human spirit back 

Into the night, into the night. 



FORCE AND FREEDOM 

Oh, doubtless ye can trample and enchain, 
Sow death and breathe out winter ; but can ye 
Persuade the destined bondsman he is free, 
Or with a signal build the summer again ? 
Oh, ye can hold the rivulets of the plain 
A little while from nuptials with the sea, 
But the fierce mountain-stream of Liberty 
. Not edicts and not hosts may long restrain. 
For this is of the heights and of the deeps, 

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FORCE AND FREEDOM 

Born of the heights and in the deeps conceived, 

This, 'mid the lofty places of the mind, 

Gushes pellucid, vehemently upheaved ; 

And tears and heart's blood hallow it, as it 

sweeps 
Invincibly on, co-during with mankind. 



TO ONE ESPOUSING UNPOPULAR 
TRUTH 

Not yet, dejected though thy cause, despair. 

Nor doubt of Dawn for all her laggard wing. 

In shrewdest March the earth was mellowing, 

And had conceived the Summer unaware. 

With delicate ministration, like the air. 

The sovereign forces that conspire to bring 

Light out of darkness, out of Winter Spring, 

Perform unseen their tasks benign and fair. 

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ESPOUSING UNPOPULAR TRUTH 
The sower soweth seed o'er vale and hill, 
And long the folded life waits to be born ; 
Yet hath it never slept, nor once been still : 
And clouds and suns have served it night and 

morn; 
The winds are of its secret council sworn ; 
And Time and nurturing Silence work its wilL 



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LAMENTATION 

O EARLY faU'n, uncrowned with envied laurel, 
O lives that nameless come and noteless go, 

Our vainly brave in an ignoble quarrel, 
That fought unhating an unhating foe ! 

Ye pass, ye cease ; in alien dust your dust is ; 
Carnage and tears depart not, wrath re- 
mains ; 

And Power derides the lips that counsel 

justice. 

And nations wonder, and the world arraigns, 

26 



LAMENTATION 
And foresight of how long the end yet tarries 

To no man born of woman hath He given. 
Who marshals all His flashing legionaries 

Nightly upon the silent field of heaven. 



27 



VIII 

MELANCHOLIA 

In the cold starlight, on the barren beach, 

Where to the stones the rent sea-tresses clave, 

I heard the long hiss of the backward wave 

Down the steep shingle, and the hollow speech 

Of murmurous cavem-lips, nor other breach 

Of ancient silence. None was with me, save 

Thoughts that were neither glad nor sweet nor 

brave, 

But restless comrades, each the foe of each. 

And I beheld the waters in their might 

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MELANCHOLIA 
Writhe as a dragon by some great spell curbed 
And foiled ; and one lone sail ; and over me 
The everlasting taciturnity ; 
The august, inhospitable, inhuman night, 
Glittering magnificently unperturbed. 



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ACHIEVEMENT 

Who says we fail? We prosper beyond 

dreams. 
As architects of ruin we have no peers. 
We thought to fire but farmsteads : we have lit 
A flame less transient in the hearts of men. 
We are ill at building ? Yet have we at least 
Destroyed to better purpose than we knew. 
We have raised up heroes where we found but 

hinds, 

We have ravaged well, our rapine is not vain. 

30 



ACHIEVEMENT 
Redder from our red hoof-prints the wild rose 
Of freedom shall afresh hereafter spring, 
And in our own despite are we the sires 
Of liberty, as night begets the day. 
Sufficient claim to memory this I deem, 
Title enow, were other passport none. 



31 



ROME AND ANOTHER 

She asked for all things, and dominion such 

As never man had known, 
The gods first gave; then lightly, touch by 
touch, 

O'erthrew her seven-hilled throne. 

Imperial Power, that hungerest for the globe, 

Restrain thy conquering feet. 

Lest the same Fates that spun thy purple robe 

Should weave thy winding-sheet. 

32 



THE INEXORABLE LAW 

We too shall pass, we too shall disappear, 

Ev'n as the mighty nations that have waned 

And perished. Not more surely are ordained 

The crescence and the cadence of the year. 

High-hearted June, October spent and sere. 

Than this gray consummation. We have 

reigned 

Augustly ; let our part be so sustained 

That Time, far hence, shall hold our memory 

dear ! 

33 



THE INEXORABLE LAW 
Let it be said : " This Mistress of the sword 
And conquering prow, this Empire swoln with 

spoils, 
Yet served the human cause, yet strove for 

Man; 
Hers was the purest greatness we record ; 
We whose ingathered sheaves her tilth foreran, 
Whose peace comes of her tempests and her 

toils." 



34 



AN IDEAL PASSION 

Not she, the England I behold, 
My mistress is ; nor yet 

The England beautiful of old. 
Whom Englishmen forget. 

The England of my heart is she. 

Long hoped and long deferred. 

That ever promises to be, 

And ever breaks her word. 
35 



THE UNSUBDUED 

Our tears, our wounds, our sacrifices \ Yea, 
But what of theirs, whose monstrous agony 

towers. 
Darkening the noon ? Their woe outmatches 

ours 
As Alps the Wrekin. No soft hands allay 
Their giant pain. A whole world's wonder, 

they 

Fight their lorn fight against invincible powers. 

36 



THE UNSUBDUED 
From earth's rough breast their tragic valour 

flowers, 
Fostered in tempest through the thunderous 

day. 

Calamity makes them great.. Have we alone 
No eyes, when all men witness and acclaim ? 
The sound of their rude warriorship is blown 
From land to land. Earth shouts afar their 

fame. 
Bruised, broken in shards, this people nought 

can tame; 
They have a heart that cannot be o'erthrown. 



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XIV 
GREETING 

{Lines read at a 7neeting of Englishwomen) 

I GREET you and am with you, Friends of 

Peace, 
Of Equity, of Freedom. 'Tis an hour 
Inhospitable to Reason's tempering word; 
Yet, being brave, being women, you will speak 
The thought that must be spoken, without 

fear. 

The Voice of Chivalry grows faint ; the note 

Of Patriotism is well-nigh overborne. 

38 



GREETING 

For what is Patriotism but noble care 

For our own country's honour in men's eyes, 

And zeal for the just glory of her arms ? 

If it be aught but this we'll none of it. 

Keep then that zeal, that noble care alive ; 

Keep then from altogether perishing 

The light of the authentic patriot flame : 

Even as another remnant kept it clear, 

When in an England errant from herself 

A dull King and his purblind counsellors 

Goaded the New World to fling off the Old. 

And in this hour when England half forgets 

That Empire dies not starved but surfeited. 

Warn her that tho' she 'whelm a kindred race, 

A valiant people, stubborn-built as we, 

Yet shall they gnarr hereafter at her heel. 

39 



GREETING 
Secretly unsubdued though beaten down ; 
Too near ourselves to be in spirit o'ercome 
But on fierce memories fed, and evermore 

Upborne in heart by the saluting world. 



A LAODICEAN 

Timorous, hesitant voice, how utterly vile I 
hold you ! 
Voice without wrath, without ruth — empty 
of hate as of love ! 
Different notes from these, O watchman, blow 
to the midnight ! 
Loud, in a deep-lulled land, trumpeter, 
sound an alarm ! 



41 



FOR ENGLAND 

Of all great deaths on English ground, thine 

most, 
Simon de Montfort, doth my spirit stir. 
Thou fought' St for England and didst die for 

her, 
Thyself of other race, from outland coast. 
Law's mandatory and Freedom's, thou thy 

host 

Didst hurl against a sceptred law-breaker; 

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FOR ENGLAND 
Nor didst thou blench when, black from plume 

to spur, 
Rode Fate on Evesham field, and all was lost. 
Then for their lives thou bad'st thy noblest 

fly: 
"Thou dying we would not live," they made 

reply. 
And dauntless round thy dauntlessness were 

mown; 
And thou with wrath that hewed its way on 

high 
FelFst fighting the steep fight of Liberty, 
In a crashing forest of the foe, alone. 



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METAMORPHOSIS 

The golden voices of the nobler day, 
Uttering the Statesman's or the Sage's 

thought, 
Or from the Muse's mountain fastness blown; 
Great voices of great lovers of their land ; 
All have departed, all return no more. 



What of their mighty Mistress, her whom 
these 

Gloried to serve ? Behold, she staggers forth, 

44 



METAMORPHOSIS 
Paving her path with babes and suckhngs 

slain; 
Shouting her own applause, if haply so 
She may shout down the hisses of the world ; 
Warned vainly, and rebuked by all her Past ; 
England, our ancient England, strange and 

new! 



O loveliness transformed, what Comus-wand 
Hath touched thee ? What enchantment hath 

prevailed, 
That thou so deep descendest from so high, 
Fall'n to this Ogre's work, more meet for 

them 

That painted crimson the Anatolian snows ? 

45 



METAMORPHOSIS 
At least one singer, honouring evermore 
Thine inmost soul through all its outward 

change, 
Shall not, in life's last passion of farewell, 
When the dark wings close over him, bear 

hence 
The dreadful memory, that he once blas- 
phemed, 
With benison on cruelty bestowed, 
The holy spirit of song ; or stood at gaze, 
Unto these deaths consenting, foully mute. 



46 



HARVEST 

A NAKED people in captivity ; 

A land where Desolation hath her throne ; 
The wrath that is, the rage that is to be : 

Our fruits, whereby we are known. 



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THE SLAIN 

Partners in silence, mates in noteless doom, 

Peers in oblivion's commonalty merged ; 

Unto like deeds by differing mandates urged, 

And equalled in the unrespective tomb ; 

Leal or perfidious, cruel or tender, whom 

Precipitate fate hath of your frailties purged ; 

Whom duly the impartial winds have dirged, 

In autumn or the glorying vernal bloom : 

Already is your strife become as nought ; 

48 



THE SLAIN 
Idle the bullet's flight, the bayonet's thrust, 
The senseless cannon's dull, unmeaning word ; 
Idle your feud ; and all for which ye fought 
To this arbitrament of loam referred, 
And cold adjudication of the dust. 



THE TRAGIC CHANGE 

To follow Truth was yesterday 
To England's heart the surest way. 
Follow her now, and thou shalt share 
An exile's fate, an exile's fare. 



50 



LINES TO THE RIGHT HONOUR- 
ABLE JAMES BRYCE, M.P. 

IN ANSWER TO A LETTER 

Thanks for your heartening word, that came 

from one 

Acquainted with the story of many peoples, 

Acquainted with the life of many peoples ; 

An honoured labourer for the amity 

And weal of peoples, loftier things than 

sway. 

51 



LINES TO MR. JAMES BRYCE 
Thanks for your heartening word, that came 
to one 
Fated to hoist a somewhat lonely sail, 
Against the wind and tide; that came to 

one 
Fated to be at variance with the time. 
Touching the parts it hisses or applauds ; 
Who liefer would sit mute, and be with- 
drawn 
Far into some consolatory Past, 
Among old voices, the unperishing. 
Save that such words of cheer the courier 

Hours 
Bring when most needed, words restorative, 
Coming across the silence or dispraise, 

Coming across the welter and the gloom. 

52 



LINES TO MR. JAMES BRYCE 
I lose not hope or faith in this great land, 

This many-victoried, many-heroed land, 

Though hope oft sinks, and faith is hard to 
hold. 

She that with ruthless John and truthless 
Charles, 

And James the despicable, by voice or sword 

Strove, and not vainly, for her liberties ; 

She that from him, the humbler of the 
world. 

Whose thunderous heel was on submitted 
thrones. 

Kept whole and virginal her liberties ; 

She that so joyed at sound of other lands 

Heaved high with passion for their liber- 
ties; 

53 



LINES TO MR. JAMES BRYCE 
Shall yet win back — 'tis thus at least I 

dream, 
Being her lover, and dreaming from the 

heart — 
Shall yet win back her lost and wandering 

soul. 

Shall yet recall herself from banishment ; 

Shall yet remember — she forgets to-day — 

How the munificent hands of Life are full 

Of gifts more covetable an hundredfold 

Than man's dominion o'er reluctant man; 

And come upon old wealth disused and idle. 

Her scorned estate and slighted patrimony, 

Auriferous veins in all the field of being, 

With those shy treasures no self-seeking 

wins, 

54 



LINES TO MR. JAMES BRYCE 
Rather self-search, and grace of fortunate 
hours. 

The Caesars and the Alexanders pass, 
Whilst he that drank the hemlock, he that 

drank 
The Cup more dread, on Calvary hill, re- 
main, 
Servants and mighty conquerors of the 

world. 
The great achievement of the human mind 
Is the idea of Justice. More than arts 
And sciences, than faiths and rituals, this 
Lifts all our life above the life of beasts. 
Chiefly by this are we a nobler kind. 

The Earth's elect and separate; lost to this, 

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LINES TO MR. JAMES BRYCE 

Our state is as the state of beasts indeed, 
That snatch their meat, one from another's 

mouth, 
And without pain another's pain behold; 
Though these are guiltless, knowing not light 

or law. 



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THE TRUE IMPERIALISM 

Here, while the tide of conquest rolls 
Against the distant golden shore, 

The starved and stunted human souls 
Are with us more and more. 

Vain is your Science, vain your Art, 

Your triumphs and your glories vain, 
To feed the hunger of their heart 

And famine of their brain. 

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THE TRUE IMPERIALISM 
Your savage deserts howling" near, 

Your wastes of ignorance, vice, and shame,- 
Is there no room for victories here, 

No field for deeds of fame ? 

Arise and conquer while ye can 
The foe that in your midst resides. 

And build within the mind of Man 
The Empire that abides. 



THE DRAGONS 

Prince Vortigern — so run the ancient tales — 

A stronghold sought to build in wildest Wales ; 

But some fell Power frustrated each assay, 

And nightly wrecked the labours of the day ; 

Till Merlin came, and bade the builders all, 

Beneath the escarp'd and many-bastioned wall. 

Dig deep ; and lo, two dragons, o'er whose lair 

Nothing secure might rise, lay sleeping there. 

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THE DRAGONS 

Search the foundations, you that build a 

State ; 
For if the dragon forms of Wrath and Hate 
Lie coiled below, and darkly bide their hour 
Fear walks the rampart, Fear ascends the 

tower. 



And let it not content you that they sleep : 
Drive them with strong enchantments to the 

deep. 
First of such charms is Perfect Justice ; then 
Comes the heart's word that conquers beasts 

and men. 

No other craft shall serve — no spells but these 

Drive the old dragons to the whelming seas. 

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ALPHA AND OMEGA 

He throned her in the gateways of the world, 
He 'stablished her on high before the peoples. 

He raised her as a watch-tower from the wave. 
He built her as a lighthouse on the waters. 

He maketh and unmaketh without end, 
And He alone, who is first and last, shall judge 
her. 

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ODE ON THE DAY OF THE CORONATION 
OF KING EDWARD VII 

By WILLIAM WATSON 

The New York Times: — "It seems to us to have a 
fine swing and delightful imagery, which are main- 
tained throughout." 

The New York Mail and Express : — " It is admitted 
everywhere that his Coronation Ode adds to the 
stature of his fame. It is expected that it will 
stand as the most imposing literary monument of 
the occasion." 

The Philadelphia Press : — " It is one of the rare sus- 
tained efforts of a poet whose art is unequalled 
among his living English brethren. This Corona- 
tion Ode is marked by the same dignity and depth 
and perfection of form as Mr. Watson's best 
poems. A poem of England's greatness and glory 
in the perspective of history and territorial ex- 
panse." 

The St. Louis Republic : — " The sincerity and earnest- 
ness of Mr. Watson distinguish his singing in the 
Coronation Ode as in all the exercise of his un- 
doubtedly great poetic gift. In this great ode 
Mr. Watson has distinctly made good his claim 
to first among England's poets. He has sung 
bravely, grandly, and truthfully, not surrendering 
conscience, stirred deeply by the genuine might 
and majesty of the thought of national power, not 
afraid to frankly indicate a possible decline of 
that power through sin." 

The Providence Sunday Journal : — "There is in his 
best work a felicity of thought and phrase that 
lifts it far above the level of merely good verse, 
which is the utmost that his contemporaries, as a 
rule, seem to be able to reach. This is admirably 
illustrated in the Coronation Ode, which has a dig- 
nity and splendor worthy of the occasion." 

The Chicago Tribune: — "It is certainly much above 
the commonplace, and there are lines in it of great 
beauty, both of melody and thought." 



NOV 1 1 1903 



